Bully and the Brat

Jeff hadn't been to the Barber shop in two weeks. His messy hair and bushy beard were the least of his worries. Had he been clean-shaven or clean-cut, in a suit and tie, his wife wouldn't have batted an eye. Her odd, nonchalant persona did wonders for his self-esteem. It was freeing to be himself, and he was happy not to worry about the optics that used to weigh him down. He walked into the bathroom in his boxers and a ketchup-splotched muscle tank.

After rotting in his recliner all afternoon, drinking beer, he had to piss. The urge stopped when he saw his wife standing by the sink in a black sequined dress. For a moment, he thought she had worn it for him. Then he remembered stupidly agreeing to let her go out with friends.

Anna filled out the bottom half of the tight dress with lusty curves. Because of her small B-cup size, the top was loose and hung across her chest. Her hair was straight from the top to the ends that swung just above her full hips. She turned to look at him, with glimmering silver eyeshadow, long fake lashes, and sparkly gems decorating her eyes.

Dismissing his homely attire, Anna turned to his large arms and bulky shoulders. Why was he staring at her? He stood at the door, a shocked look on his rugged face.

"What?" She pouted her glossy pink lips as he stared down at her ass.

Jeff cleared his throat, but his voice still came out deeper than intended, "Where've you been keeping that dress?"

"I just got it. It's thrifted."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I got it from the Goodwill," she said, holding her palm up, "Only five dollars."

Jeff sneered, perplexed that she would buy a used dress. He could pass for a bum, but he had money for a new dress and more.

"Isn't it cute?" Anna twirled, showing him the right side.

"No, it's definitely not cute." Jeff failed to mention how sexy she looked in it as he rubbed his jaw, "Why are you wearing someone else's dress? It's like you're bound and determined to live like you're on a budget. I could have bought you a new one."

With her tanned skin burning with shame, Anna furrowed her arched brows, "There is nothing wrong with this dress. YOU are a slave to capitalism," she waved her hand, then placed it on her heart, "I refuse to be swayed by consumerism and capitalist propaganda."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He laughed, shaking a bloated gut below his hard chest, "Is that what they're teachin' you at that liberal school?"

"Nope. It's the truth. Over consumption is ruining America. And People like you do-"

"People like me? Who? White people?"

Anna rolled her dark eyes, "No. I am talking about financial literacy. For example," she slyly smiled, "You have sixteen pairs of shoes, but you only wear four pairs. You have fourteen of the SAME white shirt. Since I've been living here, you've only ever worn maybe seven of them? Then you have like ten light blue shirts, and fourte-"

"Alright! I get it. But... I work hard to buy nice things. New things."

"And? I worked hard for this. It took me like an hour to find it. And I love it."

"I don't like it," he said, his nostrils flaring, eyes narrowing on the dress he assumed another man would grovel at, "Is that how you dress on a girl's night?"

"Yup," Anna smiled, deciphering his jealous nature, "We are going to a fancy restaurant."

"Applebee's?"

Anna dropped her smile, fluttering her long black lashes, "No. We are going to La Granadilla," her voice rasped in her native tongue.

"Where?" Jeff asked again, only to hear the slight roll of her pink tongue.

"La Granadilla," she snapped her fingers.

"Are any guys going to be there?"

"Uh, well, seeing as it's a restaurant, I am pretty sure people of all sexes will be there. But. I only have eyes for you," she pointed at him, hoping he bought her subtle sweetness.

"This isn't going to work."

"Daddddy," Anna pouted and slumped her shoulders, playing the game to win, "You promised I could go."

"You could be a damn Oscar winning actress," Jeff chuckled, "You can GO. But I have to fuck you before you go."

"Noo, not right now. AFTER. Please."

"Why not now?"

"Because if you ruin my dress, I will kill you."

Jeff laughed, "I'll give you five dollars."

"Ew. Nooo," Anna backed up as his large hands reached for her, "Don't touch it. I don't want the things to come off."

"Fine. On your knees."

Her jaw dropped, rounding the perfect size of his cock.

"Don't make me ask twice," he warned.

"Bruh, are you crazy?! I'm not getting on the floor!" Anna growled, daintily protecting her cleavage, "You CAN wait until I get back."

"Mmm, Daddy can't do that, Princess." Jeff rubbed the swell in his boxers, "Daddy's got to have you before then."

Although his words were everything that melted her protest, getting dirty with him wasn't worth the hassle of reapplying her perfect makeup, readjusting her dress, and redoing her frizzy hair once he got finished with her. Not to mention her cute panties were getting damp.

"Go back in there and watch the sports thing." Anna waved.

Jeff shook his head, a crooked smile playing on his lips, "The game is over. Come on, Little one."

"Dont 'little one,' me. I said no," Anna turned her head to face her reflection as he moved behind her.

"How about five minutes for five dollars?"

Anna breathed hard and stuck her lips out, "Just wait till after. I'll make it worth your while."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know?" She lifted her bare shoulder, "Nasty stuff?"

Jeff laughed. That was the only genuine remark she had made so far. She wasn't as smart as she thought and definitely not as politically accurate as she wanted to be. His little girl was young, dumb, and still exploring her sexuality.

"Come on, give me something, little whore. I need something to look forward to if I have to sit here with THIS all damn night," he smiled, running his hardness along her back.

"Jeff!" Anna gritted her teeth, "Don't rub your dick on my dress!"

"Where am I supposed to rub it?"

"Control yourself! It's my friend's birthday dinner. I want to look decent. She's literally picking me up in a little while. So, don't piss me off."

"But you're so cute when you get mad."

Jeff merged his face into her neck and watched her reflection. Her nose turned up as if his lips were strange on her skin. He kissed the soft spot on her cheek and peppered kisses on her neck, but she refused to soften her features.

"Fuck, you look so good," he whispered.

"Really?" Anna perked up and turned her head back to her reflection, "You think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if you didn't."

Anna thought for a moment and frowned, "Whatever. You're just saying that so I'll do it with you."

"Do what?"

Anna huffed, taking the bait as his palms gently caressed her hips. Looking ahead, she figured she did look cute. No, not cute, more sexy and fuckable. For the first time in a while she loved what she saw in the mirror.

"My eyes look so good," She lifted her head and blinked four times, "It took like an hour."

"I love your eyes and your lips," he murmured across her hair.

"Jeff, stop. I've gotta go soon," she wiggled her hips.

"Let me kiss IT before you leave."

Anna nibbled her lip, swayed by pussy kisses.

Bingo!

Jeff hid a smile behind her hair and flicked his tongue across her nape. Her softened expression and bedroom eyes said yes, but he continued to beg for her cunts' sweet nectar.

"Please, baby girl. I want your pussy on my tongue."

Anna shivered, closing her eyes to savor his nibble on her ear.

"I'll be your good boy," he rasped, filling her thrill to dominate his large frame, "Do you want to feed me that sweet little pussy?"

"Yeah," Anna breathlessly replied.

Jeff laughed. "Yeah fucking right," He backed up and slapped her ass, ensuring small pieces of sequin landed on the floor, "You wouldn't suck my cock, so I ain't munching on your slutty cunt."

"UGH!" Anna turned and cocked her tiny fist in his stomach, "You friggin asshole!"

"That's the second time you called me out of my name, little girl. Do you want to go out with your friends or get tied to the bed?"

"I am going regardless! I don't need your friggin' permission!"

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"AH! PLEASE DADDY PLEASE!" Anna howled for permission to cum with the beautiful dress hiked over her hips.

The fight to end up like this had her cheeks flushed before his cock entered the picture. She hissed and fought his large hands on her. Now, her thighs shook against the two sink vanity.

Jeff hooked two fingers in her mouth, his length mauling in and out of her slippery cunt Forfeiting her perfect lip combo, she sucked his fingers, smearing pink against her chin. If she thought she was a sucker for his sweet pussy kisses, she was a dummy for his brutal strokes. The pain and pleasure sent her gagging on his thick digits, and she loved every minute of it.

"Fuck!" Jeff howled, "That's a good little whore."

Anna slipped his finger out to moan as he molded his hand to her ass cheeks, "ahh uh uh Daddy."

Jeff rode her hard, obsessed with her little body. The sounds of their flesh connecting were symphonic, but he wasn't sure which way to look. Both her tanned ass wiggling against his lap and the reflection before him were equally good options. He focused his attention ahead. The smudged stain around her lips and her eyes were a heavenly sight.

"Uh, uh. Daddy! Ow."

Looking down at their raunchy intercourse, Jeff pulled her hair, "Take it."

She groaned, fearing the worst for her locks. Despite the discomfort, her cunt feverishly poured sweet sap across his lap.

"Ugh fuck, you're so fucking wet for me," he grunted.

"Ugh, AH god. Stop."

"You want me to stop?"

"No. Y-es, ugh, my hair, hmm."

"FAUCK your hair," Jeff hauled her head up, carrying his weight into her backside, "You shouldn't have been a smart-mouthed little bitch in the first place! Now look at you."

Anna looked at her reflection and loved the way her eyes sparkled. He held the top of her crown and the rest of her hair fell around her shoulders in a silky brown wave. He shifted his hand and clawed at her throat, consuming her with pure ecstasy.

"I love fucking the bitch out of you, and you love it too, don't you?!" Jeff barked, holding her head high.

Anna strained a YES and gasped as he unshielded her throat to slap her cheek.

"God damnit. You're such a sexy little communist whore. You're mad I buy a lot of shoes, but you can't get enough of this cock, can you?"

Jeff slowed his hips, ensuring to make himself last a little longer

"Uhm, fuck. I'm going to cum all over your fat ass."

"No! Uh uh, Please no, Daddy."

Jeff pulled out, and she closed her eyes. She didn't feel the warmth on her skin and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Clean it," he said a moment later.

Opening her eyes, Anna looked at his hard palm smeared with jizz. A pulse of excitement ran through her. Should she? The storm calmed as he leaned in with a forehead kiss that urged her to give in. She tilted her head and flicked her tongue over his sticky middle finger. It tasted so good, and she lost herself. Greedily, she lapped the clear residue as he brought his other hand to her face.

"There you go, little one," he deeply cooed, "Clean it all up."

Anna turned into the little girl she loved to be. But why? Why now? He had sat in the living room all FUCKING day ignoring her for sports center but NOW he wanted to slut her out. She had to go hang out with older friends right now, ones who sometimes taunted her for her childishness. She hated not being able to fall into her special place.

"Good girl, that's Daddy's good girl," His sweetened tone came out too sugary as he fed her cum like the little whore she wanted to be, "You cleaned it all up for Daddy, didn't you, little one?"

Anna looked at to her messy reflection as he gently led her to her feet. His sweet kiss on her cheek played hard on her cravings to stay in the house with him. She thought about it, but then her phone rang in her purse. She rolled her dress down on the way to get it.

"Hey," she answered, clearing the cum out of her throat, "Really? So. We aren't going?"

"It's just me and you," Sasha told her, "But we can still hang out."

"Oh. Okay."

"Cool. I'm turning into the gate."

"Okay... I'll meet you outside." Anna hung up and walked back into the bathroom. She fixed her hair. Thankfully, her face, with a high-colored blush on her cheeks, looked slightly better than before.

Jeff looked over as she grabbed her purse and headed toward the back door. "Where are you going?"

"Um. Sasha doesn't know I live here. She thinks I live next door, remember?"

"Oh, come on." Jeff grunted, reclining the chair back, "You need to tell her the truth."

Anna stopped short, thinking it over. She couldn't find an excuse anymore, but Sasha didn't need to know about her life. She'd ruined her relationships before. Anna feared the same might happen if Sasha found out she was head-over-heels for the first boy ever. Even though that BOY was a grown man with gray spots on his chin.

"Umm."

"Go on, before you make my cock hard again." Jeff laughed, despite his disappointment.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"It's fine, go. Have fun."

"Thanks. I...m sorry," Anna's voice shook with excitement.

Jeff smiled, a crease forming in his eyes, "I'll see you tonight, baby girl."

Anna wanted to rush him, kiss his lips, and walk out the front door, maybe even with him holding her hand. But she was too much of a pussy to do that. She waved her hand and hurried out the back door. Opening the back gate to her aunt's house, she flew across the lawn in three-inch heels toward the pool.

"Anna?" Her uncle, Rod looked over his shoulder.

"Hey. Sorry, Bye." Anna breathed harder than she should and blamed the hard fucking she'd endured. She reached Sasha's tinted gray car out of breath and hurried into the passenger seat.

"Hey bestie!" Sasha giggled.

"Hey, So-"

"Hey Mami."

"What the fuck!" Anna jumped and looked back at Eric, her eyes wide.

"Damn," Eric dropped back into his seat, "I thought you'd be happy to see me or something?"

"Yeah, me too?" Sasha glared, "What the fuck, Anna?"

"Sorry. He scared me. You said it was just us." Anna looked at Sasha, who rolled her eyes.

"Since those bitches cancelled on us, I figured Eric could tag along." Sasha glanced next door and saw Jeff with his hard chest on display on his front porch, "Should have known his nosey ass was close by," she snickered.

The tinted windows on Sasha's car was her lifeline. But Anna was sure she was going to die. Her plan to come from her aunt's house was all for nothing because like a dumb ass she forgot about her CAR! She was more than sure they recognized the bright teal car parked in his driveway. Thankfully neither of them brought it up yet.

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Sasha pulled up to the one place in Texas Anna didn't want to be. The Golden River housing projects sat in a row of 12 apartments in front, with a row above that housed families of 3 and 4. She remembered that the upstairs apartments was the more elite ones. But they all gave her the creeps.

"What are we doing here?" Anna asked.

"House party," Eric announced from the backseat, "My boy, Carlo, is doing it up for his girl's birthday, tonight."

Anna looked at Sasha.

"What? I figured a change of plans since everyone cancelled on me. You remember Carlo, right?"

Anna shook her head and looked at the end of the row where she and her mother had once lived. Reliving childhood trauma was not her plan for tonight and she averted her eyes to the sights inside the car.

"You want some?" Eric nudged her shoulder to take a sip of Mike's killer lemonade, but she shook her head.

"Eric. Can you give us a minute?" Anna asked.

"You trippin'."

Eric tried to make a cool exit but when he pushed on the door, the child lock kept him in. Anna got out of the car to let him out. He didn't wait to ask and wrapped his arms around her.

"What's your problem Mami? My cousin knows we been talking. Why you acting like this?"

"I'm talking to someone else."

"I don't give a fuck. Fuck him, you're with me," His liquid courage made him move to her lips.

"No, no, Eereeick." Anna closed her eyes, holding the curses on the tip of her tongue.

He held her harder and kissed her. She tried to keep her lip still as stuck his tongue in her mouth. She backed up, her eyes wide.

Did he really want to know where her mouth had been?

Instead of telling him not to swallow, she grudgingly pulled open the passenger door and got in.

"What the hell, Sasha?" Anna whined, "I told you I was talking to someone else. What if he finds out I'm with another guy?"

"You're not with another guy, you're with me, dummy. We're just dropping him off," Sasha pulled the mirror down and checked her lipstick. "We're going in looking cute, saying hi, then getting the fuck outta there. I am not spending my 25th birthday in the hood."

Anna relaxed, "So where are we going?"

"That I don't know. Ginger swears she's going to call out tonight, but she's a lying ass hoe. My coworker told me about this new spot out by the highway. The Red Room. It's like half strip club, half bar, something stupid. You have your ID, right?

Anna shook her head even though it was in her purse.

"Puta!" Sasha sneered, "You're no better than those bitches. No, sorry. You're nothing like them," she sighed. "I'm glad you came out. Like, where do you be at? Like always with your man or something, or next door?"

"HUH?"

"I saw your car over there at the white dudes house, but you came out of your aunt's? Why was your car there?"

Anna turned red and giggled, "My uncle was like doing something in the yard. He moved my car over there. I don't know. I was getting ready. I leave my keys at the door, but I don't know. I don't know what they do?"

"Hmm." Sasha looked back into the mirror.

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Anna sat on the couch in the crowded living room. She figured she had finally rid herself of Eric. He paid her no attention, and so did everyone else. Wanting to fit in, she bobbed her head to the tunes playing on the busted speakers. The old school Texan rap songs were a bit too vulgar for her liking. She checked her phone for a text from Jeff, but there were none. He seemed fine about letting her go out with friends this time. Of course, just her luck.

After an hour in, Anna was glad to have her seat. The room was slowly opening up to a mix of the Tejano pop she enjoyed, and more people were dancing around her. She started to feel like this party might be something until she noticed a guy in the crowd.

Gabriel Mendoza loomed over all women and most men at 6'3". Radiating a dangerous aura, he wore a stern expression that set him apart. He was older at 32, and his body was a canvas of tattoos. Ink splatters stretched across his large arms and on his neck. One red tattoo spelled out Sasha in bold print beside a set of lips belonging to Anna. She remembered that decision vividly and shivered in disgust.

Two years ago, Sasha had requested an impression of Anna's lips for the tat, since hers were too thin and lacked impact. He had no idea they weren't hers. That was just one of many secrets Sasha kept from him during their engagement.

Anna quickly rose to her feet, knowing that if there was ever a time to leave her friend, it was NOW. The fresh air didn't hit hard enough when she made it out the door. There were piles of people on the steps and clouds of smoke around the upper deck. The music seemed to carry her anxiety, making her feel like she was in a movie, being chased by the bad guy. She breathed out when she finally reached the bottom step and called Jeff.

"What's up?" Jeff answered on the second ring, having walked from the kitchen to answer, "Everything okay? Anna?"